Nord Male Dialogue

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[Scene where character stops player from advancing further, to protect player from danger]

Halt, go no further lest you got the mettle!

{What's going on here?}

The world's end, friend. The dead have come to claim the living! All hailing from the ancient spire just over this here hill.

Now, with Shor's courage, I keep watch so that none of these terrors spill further.

{Maybe I can help?}

Not thinking about guard duty, i take it.

{No, I'll see if I can end this permanently.}

Ysmir that's what I've been looking for, someone with guts. Let's hope that iron will stays for what's to come...

Listen warrior, I'll be brief. You'll come to see that spire once you've climbed this little ascent, that's where the source of this evil stirs.

Tales of ages gone spoke of a cursed family that died yet never rested, seeking the moment to turn their malice towards us.

Now that time has come.

{I can help, tell me what to do}

No sense shouting in the wind, come up here so we can talk strategy.

{Tell me of the family}

A terrific pack of devils, each with their own deranged story. It's said that the family is but 3, having withered its numbers throughout the years.

I'd be glad to say that the danger went with them, yet these 3 only grew in strength with every sibling that fell.

Karim, Dova priest, deliver of the serpent tongue - patriarch of that wretched brood. His greatest want was to become like the deities he worshipped, but tried as he may, no wings ever sprouted.

With his failures, he sought new methods for his sick desire, making a broodmare of his only daughter to his cold-blooded master.

An attempt to make man with wings, dovakiin. Shor's rage was suffered a thousand times over, an attempt to end this perverse ritual..

Still, the son was born, half-breed, dragon-man. Yet not the result that karim wanted. Mercenaries just like yourself have returned from seeing that spire, having heard the tormented moans of that dark spawn.

{I'll finish this}

Many a hardened warrior comes our way, certain that they'll be the one to reap the glory of this family's defeat.

Many have not returned from that journey, caution will be your shield there friend - I don't want you added to their dark legion.

Shor's blood, keep strong, and safe.

{In need of anything?}

Aye, there's a terrible omen still lurking within that tower just over the ridge. Legend says it's the specter of Karim.

That priest was a mad man, trying to become one with the dragons he forced his daughter onto one of the young beasts. Course, that didn't end well.

{Not too different from those Witchmen then?}

But it gets worse, he killed all of the men under his employ and cast them into a restless sleep. And I think they're waking up.

These ghouls are Feral and without respite, bitter for the betrayal of Karim, but still slaves to his will, they'll cut any man down who goes within.

And if you dare to venture into the belly of that spire, beware whatever lurks there. Some say the bastad half-breed of Karina rests below.

{Saving your people won't come cheap.}

Aye and we'll gladly give any gold we have if you just stop that menace from spreading.

{Events call me elsewhere, you'll have to fend for yourself.}

I understand, don't be surprised if this dwelling is but dust when you return.

If you're travelling the kingdom, tell of our plight, may prick the ear of a braver soul than we.

{That blighted family have been dealt with, I hope you have my gold.}

Ysmir! The rumors were true then? And you've killed them all off? I'd pay you more If I could muster the coin, you've earned it.

Not one more step!

{I made it Korvid, I'm still part of the living}

Gods man, nearly loosed another arrow. I'm hoping you brought good news.

Gods woman, nearly loosed another arrow. I'm hoping you brought good news.

{They're all gone, that should be the end of it}

Shor! A damn hero, like those of legend! Friend come up here so I can reward you proper.


{So what have you got for me?}

This here pouch, had it on me for anyone daring enough to face this threat and live.

Damn froze solid since I started my watch, you're gonna have to seek a fire to part the coin inside. Wont find much use in a clump of ice.

Better yet, come with me inside. Share in a nord's hospitality as we toast to your victory. Now we can all sleep easy without the dead clamouring at the walls.





{How do you stand the cold?}

We're Nords brother! The cold is comfort and a soothing memory of home.

Never a Nord born who can't suffer the cold, it's the very air we thrive in.

Skyrim doesn't seem so distant, when you have its winds carrying memories of home.

{What are your relations with the Bretons?}


Faint, and i'd have it no other way. Best to leave the little men to their own plots, I've seen what happens to those at the end of them. Yet every so often one has needs that can't be satisfied locally, so we make course for that hulking relic south.

{The Divide?}

Aye that's the one, got half the world travelling over that bridge at times. Would think she'd collapse with all those men riding her. But she stands strong as the day she rose.

{Heard what happened with Evermore?}

Bah, course I heard friend. Entire land in flames with the bretons running every which way to safety. That kingdom always had issues, a fact no one dared to question. But this? Worse than anything I've seen.

Gotta wonder what sparked it off, guess they were itching for an excuse.

{Their entire system was at fault, this is the result of its flawed design}

Not one for philosophy friend, that clever talk flies right over me. Though I think i get the gist of it, the bretons have always been a tense lot. Just needed that extra ingredient of greed to really get the blood flowing.

{It came from the plots of Namira, and other gods}

Now how on Nirn did they mingle with that foul she-beast, breton's should have the mind to not stoop that low for power. Yet it only takes one to make the dark pact, dooming the rest.

If you need shelter in these dangerous times, you're free to lay out your rug here. I know this isn't going to quiet down any time soon, and it always helps to have another blade.






[PLAYER YIELDS]
You fool, you'll get yourself killed.

[PANIC, RUNNING AWAY]
Help! I don't want to die!
I beg you! Show mercy!
By Ysmir! Someone help!

[Player Stealing]
Cretin! Give that back!
I'll have you hanged thief!

[Friend is murdered]
Damn monster!
Fiend!


[Dying words]
This is how it ends...
The world fades...
My service is over...

[NPC being hit]
You fool!
Augh.
No!
Ah!
Eugh!

[NPC SEARCHING FOR ENEMY]
Who's there?
We'll find you.



[TAUNT DIRECTED TOWARD DAEDRA]
Talos spit on you.
I'll send you to oblivion myself.
What in oblivion are you?!

[TAUNT DIRECTED TOWARD GENERIC ENEMY, ]
Make your prayers.
Your end nears.
Your last mistake.
Get out, monster!
You think you can stand against a Nord?
I'll rip your heart out!
Aghhh!
Ha, there you are!

[NPC REACTING TO PLAYER ACTIONS]
Impressive!
Practice on your aim milk drinker.
Stop before you hurt someone.
Stop that you damn fool.
Get down from there you oaf.
Never seen such a thing!
That's shouting right? So the legends are true. Hail dragonborn.
Get out of here with that.
You disgrace the divines with this behavior!
Are you soft in the head?


[NPC REACTING TO DEAD BODY]
Shors bones, who could have done such a thing?!

[GOODBYE]
Till next we meet
May the Reach show mercy on you.
Keep safe.
Farewell.

[PLAYER SHOVING NPC]
Watch it.
Agh.

[HELLO]
Hello?
...Something you need?
Get on with it.
Welcome.
Greetings Hero, doing fine I hope?
Hail, warrior.